Tuesday, April 30, 2013

My Big Fat Zombie Giveaway featuring Flesh (Flesh #1) and Skin (Flesh #2) by Kylie Scott

Ali has been hiding in an attic since civilisation collapsed eight weeks ago.

When the plague hit, her neighbours turned into mindless, hungry, homicidal maniacs.

Daniel has been a loner his entire life. Then the world empties and he realises that being alone isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Finn is a former cop who is desperate for companionship, and willing to do anything it takes to protect the survivors around him.

When the three cross paths they band together; sparks fly, romance blooms in the wasteland and Ali, Daniel and Finn bend to their very human needs in the ruins of civilisation.

Lust, love and trust all come under fire in Flesh as the three band together to survive, hunted through the suburban wastelands.

NOTE: This story is rated "Hot" and contains M/F/M and F/M pairings

Six months since the zombie plague struck, former librarian Roslyn Stewart has been holed up in a school with eight other survivors. But now the shelves in the school canteen are bare. The stranger at the gate has supplies that will ensure the group’s ongoing survival, but at a cost. He wants a woman.

Nick is a man with a plan. He’ll treat Roslyn like a Queen, devoting the rest of his life to protecting and providing for her. In exchange, of course, for sexual favours. It’s the deal of the century given the state of the world. But Roslyn doesn’t see it that way. The first chance she gets she attacks the ex-army man and attempts to escape, forcing Nick to contain her. And so begins his awkward courtship of the woman, with her chained to the bed for security reasons.

Chained like a dog and forced to spend her every waking moment with a creep, albeit a good looking one, Ros is determined to escape. When circumstances force them to band together against a common enemy their very survival depends on their ability to learn to trust each other. An uneasy partnership develops, but can a relationship with such a difficult beginning ever have a future?

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The totally awesome and utterly amazing Kylie Scott is offering e-book copies of Flesh and Skin to one commenter.
Comment now through 5/5/13 (winner to be announced 5/6/13)extra entries for tweeting about this or sharing it on your FB wall, please note that in your comment.

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I must start by saying that these two books are by far the best zombie books I have read and the fact that they have an erotic element to them just makes them that much better. They are hotter than the outback in December.
Kylie Scott has created a unique dystopian world where a zombie plague has been unleashed and there only pockets of survivors, These stories take place in Australia and follow some of the survivors as they battle not only the zombies but also the distrust of others that comes from the isolation and the looting and lawlessness that occurs soon after the plague starts to sweep the world.

Not only do we get a suspenseful roller coaster of a story being chased by looters and rapists, we also get the amazing m/f/m menage that develops between Ali, Finn and Daniel. These are people who before the Zombie Apocalypse didn't know each other and had never considered being involved in a menage relationship. Now with women scarce and Ali falling for both Daniel and Finn its the most logical thing to do. That doesn't mean that jealousy just goes away or that they don't have to work for it.

Skin: second book is best read after the first for continuity.
When food and essentials get scarce at the school Roslyn is holed up in with 8 others they must decide who will be kicked out and given to the stranger that appears and wants one of the women. Seeing as how Roslyn wont put out for the slimy fellow teacher she manages to get traded for a truck full of supplies.

Nick has everything planned out, he has a place to live and supplies to live on. He just has to convince Roslyn she got the best of the deal at the school because she is feeling a lot like she was bought and sold.
Skin follows Flesh in the timeline since the plague started and follows secondary characters from Flesh.

I loved that this was as much a love story as an erotic story as it was an adventure/suspense story. The characters are amazingly well done and easy to love. The world created here is so believable that you will want to check the news for spread of the zombie virus.
Both books deserve the 5 flower rating.
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About this author:
Kylie is a long time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending and if blood and carnage occur along the way then all the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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Monday, April 29, 2013

Sasha's Calling by T.C. Archer

Title: Sasha's Calling
Author: T. C. Archer
Genre: Erotic science fiction
Publisher: Set Publishing
Format: Ebook
Length: 128 pages

Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | ARe |

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Spy for hire Sasha Smirnov has stolen classified data. One man stands in her way of escape: sexy diplomat Dirk Roscoepilot. A sizzling kiss burns him into her memory—and her body. She stows away on a spaceship, only to find Dirk is the pilot. She doesn’t count on the passion that explodes between them, or the choice that forces her into his bed. If she is to save her planet, Sasha must get as far away from Dirk as possible.

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Sasha's Calling is a fun sexy sci-fi with the romance and erotic elements we love. At around 130 pages it is the perfect length for a weekend read and what better way to escape for the weekend than to follow space spies and diplomats across the galaxy and through space ports while making sure that at every spare moment is used to jump each other.

Sasha may be a freelance space spy but her bigger mission is to save her father and the people of her planet from the death of their sun.
Dirk, sexy diplomat, has his own agenda when it comes to the information that Sasha has stolen.
Together they may be able to help each other and the people of Magnus 3 but the heat they share is a super nova of its own.

I enjoyed this fun, action filled space adventure and I loved that Sasha has a "greater good" that she it working for. Dirk is an enigma throughout the book but he is dead sexy and seems to have amazing stamina. ;O) This is a great light read, its cute, funny and sexy with no deep meanings or dark undercurrents its just fun.

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A man waiting for an elevator came into view up ahead. Sasha slowed. A nervous flutter closed around her heart. If the Pinks got too close, she might be able to use this man. His golden hair cut precisely at the nape of his neck gave him a surgical look that didn’t—couldn’t—detract from broad shoulders emphasized by the fashionable lime green Nauru jacket he wore. He stood a head taller than her one and three-quarter meters. A triwheeled robot like those ambassadors used as aides waited two paces behind him.

The man shifted and Sasha slid the bodysuit zipper down another fraction of an inch as he turned. The bot followed suit, stupidly mimicking the movement. The man’s gaze met hers and her breath caught. The ambassador either wore contacts or had surgically implanted chrome irises, but the polychrome eyes that followed her approach didn’t disguise the intense stare. Despite the fact her breasts strained against her suit, his gaze never wavered from her face. Damn her luck. She’d encountered the only male on Centor who had morals.
The footfalls of the Pinkertons behind her grew louder and more footfalls sounded from around the curve ahead. She flicked a glance down the corridor. No doors or branching hallways were visible, only the elevator that hadn’t yet arrived. Her pulse spiked. Trapped.

Sasha slowed to a stroll, the ambassador’s gaze still fastened on her. She could almost see herself in his eyes. Centorians were known for being loose. She was about to test just how loose. Sasha stepped up to him, seized his lapel-less jacket, and pulled him down so they were face-to-face. If nothing else, she was an opportunist.
Lips crashed onto lips. His were firm, hers demanding. She pressed closer, her pistol nestled out of sight of any passer-bys, and drove him back against the intersection between the elevator and the wall. His tongue touched the seam of her lips. She startled. Well, well, her savior was an opportunist too, and not so moral after all. She thrust her tongue into his mouth. Moist warmth tasted faintly of anise and green tea. Desire rippled through her.

A low groan rolled from his chest and straight into her sex. His erection stirred against her belly. Oh yes. She rose on tiptoes, and he bent. Undulating her hips, she envisioned his solid cock sliding between her legs. Firm hands cupped her ass, and her breath caught when he lifted her more intimately against the promised goods. Lust pooled in her belly.
A formation of ten uniformed Pinkertons rounded the curve as five more came running around the other side. Watching the reflection in the ambassador’s chrome irises of the scene behind her, Sasha saw none of them wore battle armor. They weren’t the ones looking for her, but were probably running to some other emergency. They rushed past without giving her and the ambassador—Hey! The ambassador was staring back at her.

She narrowed her eyes, not breaking the kiss. He clenched her ass and pulled her tighter. The feel of his hard cock sent waves of warmth pooling between her legs. Gods, he knew how to kiss. She pressed closer. The Pinkertons passed out of sight an instant before he closed his eyes, and another moan reverberated through his chest. That was more like it. Now if she could just keep him busy until—
The elevator dinged. The ambassador released one hand but kept a tight hold on her with the other. The elevator doors began their slide open, wedging her body deeper into the corner between the door and the wall. Sasha ripped away from his grasp, her breath coming in heavy gasps. He jerked upright, her gun gripped in his right hand. The elevator doors slid open to reveal an empty interior. They were alone, and he had her Omegatron leveled on her, his mirror eyes expressionless.

About the Author:

T. C. Archer is comprised of award winning authors Evan Trevane and Shawn M. Casey. They live in the Northeast. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering, and Shawn is a small business owner. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into nearly a dozen works, which includes their new series The Phenom League, and Daphne Du Maurier winner the romantic thriller For His Eyes Only.

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

Bonds of Need (Wicked Play, #2) by Lynda Aicher

When Kendra Morgan attends a party at an exclusive sex club, she's not driven by mere curiosity. Hoping to prove she's put the past behind her, Kendra must instead face up to needs she's denied for too long. Despite her lingering fears, she can't resist the temptation to play…

Deklan Winters has had his eye on his attractive neighbor for months, but only senses Kendra is no stranger to the BDSM scene when she walks into his club. And he can tell that's not her only secret. What surprises him is his own overwhelming desire to give her what she craves—and to show her a side to the Dom/sub relationship she's never known.

With Deklan's guidance, Kendra begins to accept her forbidden needs and to recognize the fine line between pleasure and pain. But when her former Master returns to reclaim her, it will take all her courage—and all of Deklan's love—to defy her past.

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Bonds of Need is the second in the Wicked Play series by Lynda Aicher it can be read as a stand alone.

I love an erotic romance with a story that has depth and great character development, Bonds of Need fills that bill admirably. Lynda Aicher provides us with an emotional read, a fantastic love story and the erotic and BDSM elements blend seamlessly.

Kendra is a strong woman who has been abused physically and emotionally, she finally escapes that situation but can't get past her need for a bit of pain in order to have a fulfilling sexual experience.
Deklan is part owner of the local BDSM club "The Den" and Kendra's neighbor, a man with an over abundance of guilt and a bit of a need to save everyone is what starts him with Kendra but the bond they form happens for him at least almost immediately.

As with any book that deals with survivors of abuse this story can be very emotional and your heart goes out to Kendra as she little by little rebuilds her self and with Deklan's help learns to love first herself and then Deklan.
This book was so well written that I was drawn to the characters and loved the secondary characters as much as the hero and heroine. I am putting this on my re-read shelf and I will be picking up the next installment when it is available later this year.

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About this author:
I love to read. It's a simple fact that has been true since I discovered the worlds of Judy Blume at the age of ten. After years of weekly travel as a consultant implementing computer software into global companies, I ended my nomadic lifestyle to raise my two children. Now, my imagination is my only limitation on where I can go and my writing lets me escape from the daily duties of being a mom, wife, chauffer, scheduler, cook, teacher, cleaner, and mediator.

If writing wasn't a priority, it would never get done.

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and the first in the series

Pleasure Brigade Book 4 Passion’s Trust by Cara Carnes

Buy Links: Ellora’s Cave

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Katey Meadows has a dream job—working at The Brigade, an exclusive BDSM resort catering to curious, inexperienced vanillas like her. Studiously taking notes and formulating her strategy for plunging desire-first into her submission fantasies becomes an exercise in futility and sexual frustration when the Master she wants more than anything is the one man who rescued her from the brink of financial ruin. Overcoming her past was easy. Kneeling before her heart’s desire could prove impossible.
Lorenzo Garofali has adhered to a hands-off policy with Katey—until now. Determined to strip away her armor of distrust and insecurity, he soon discovers that baring her submissive desires means setting aside his baser instinct to claim her as his. Sharing her passion with his fellow Brigade Masters is tolerable. Losing her is not.

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Part of me wanted to drag Katey out of The Brig. I’d never thought she’d be curious about the BDSM club attached to the resort. Although I wanted her all to myself I knew what she needed was a chance to explore her first scene as it should be.
Pushing her personal limits and challenging her insecurities was hard but I knew watching another Dom do it would be even harder.
~~Master Lorenzo

Excerpt from Passion’s Training, Book 1 of the Pleasure Brigade series:
“I’m looking forward to touching you, Katey. You must do one thing for me first.” He removed his hand and motioned for her to stand.
Apprehension rattled her movements as she obeyed.
“You are beautiful.” He thrust his hips upward and reached into his pocket. She gulped back the appreciation as her eyes memorized the prominent bulge in his slacks. “I must confess I had no intention of playing tonight, but some little minx with two very intimidating Doms slipped these to me and told me to give them to you in case you wanted to rock The Brig.” The last words were air quoted with a wicked grin.
No. Viviana hadn’t.
Lorenzo held up the tassels.
Crud. She had.
They’d figured out what she’d done. How? Dang it. The security cameras. Of course Viviana would’ve seen Katey trudging her way down the labyrinth of long corridors since the woman spent many hours beside her men.
“Remove the bikini top.” He settled into the sofa. When she stood stock-still his eyebrows rose. “Very well. We’ll do this your way. Remove the bikini top and the pettiskirt.”
Shock must’ve displayed on her face.
“You’re running out of clothing for me to steal, Katey. Be a good sub and do as I’ve instructed.” He dangled the tassels. “I’ll put these on you myself.”
Her spine liquefied. A tremble began between her legs and spread through her to encumber her fingers. She kept her gaze cast downward as she tugged and yanked on the thin material until it ceded to her determination not to strip entirely.
When she halted her movements, he cleared his throat. “The pettiskirt.”
Right. Her punishment for not obeying quickly enough. The thin material skimmed down her thighs with a slight tug.
“Viviana has excellent taste. The mock straps of the corset accentuate your tits beautifully.” He motioned for her to step forward. “Come here and place your hands on the back of the sofa alongside my shoulders.”
The action thrust her breasts in his face when she complied. An appreciative masculine groan rumbled across her skin and made her pussy wetter than before.
A hand stroked her left thigh. “Spread your legs wider. Straddle my knees.”
Obedience came easily when the orders came from the sinewy Dom whispering his way through her fantasies so many nights. His will had become a second skin.

Cara’s Bio:
Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.

In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.

More information about Cara can be found at www.caracarnes.com or on
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Friday, April 26, 2013

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT - Undressed (The Manhattanites #1) by Avery Aster

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Milan's notorious playboy, Massimo Tittoni, seems to have everything--Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what's he willing to give to get her in his bed?

Upper East Side designer Lex Easton will be damned if she'll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him. With Fashion Week approaching, she'll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to become the next Diane von Furstenburg-- even sleep with her rival. But when she arrives in Europe the paparazzi chronicles her every move and she finds herself in a situation never imagined. Lex’s Louboutins stilettos are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!
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Avery will be awarding Choc-A-Lot: Chocolate-Covered Sandwich Cookies to a random commenter at every stop to be chosen by the host. Follow the tour HERE

Content Warning: due to graphic sex scenes, strong language, suggestive themes, mature humor This excerpt is for adults only

Chapter Seventeen
Going Down in Tabitha Simmons Chandelier Stilettos

“I love your chest, Masi.” Lex unbuttoned three notches from Massimo’s shirt, running her fingers across his well-developed chest. Thin dark hair covered his defined pectorals. Magnificent.
They were alone in the elevator, the wheels cranking, descending, taking them away from the paparazzi, music and onlookers as they lowered five floors underground.
“Grazie, I have always wanted to see the downstairs. Everyone talks about it.” Between his kisses, he illuminated tidbits on the seventeenth century building they partied in. There was an underground former wine cellar located in Milan’s Zone One historic district called Brera. He cited the structure had been modernized with electricity and trendiness because the famous nineteen-fifties opera singer Maria Callas hosted many elite parties here. Lex speculated as to why he rambled on. Massimo couldn’t be nervous. Could he?
“Are you going to make me sing soprano?” She tucked her fingers on his trousers’ brim, rubbing his cock’s head with her thumb.
“Sì,” he replied with confidence. Heat passed through her as she realized he stared at her, in effect through her. Everything came into focus. Perhaps she’d mistaken his apparent tenseness for intense seriousness.
No turning back now.
The elevator doors released. She stepped out into a romantic Lombard interior opening.
“This is beautiful.” Lit with silver candelabras, the space was decorated as something straight from Architectural Digest magazine.
“I have never seen the rooms, but Luigi says they are amazing.” He motioned her over to the concierge who greeted them and provided a floor plan with house rules.
“Numero uno,” stated a young male model type who stood at the podium. He slipped Massimo a key with a Roman numeral “I” centered in gold foil.
Massimo gripped the brass chain leading Lex down an extended hallway. She held onto his arms, rubbing his triceps under his shirt. Months spent fantasizing she’d be held by those muscles came to be her reality.
He unlocked the door, letting her in as he followed behind her. Decorated in creams and violet with paneled walls and a white marble floor, Lex felt at home in the room. Two gothic leather settees sat opposite a sizeable round bed. Fitted in lavish pillows from varying jade hues, she walked over to the edge, picking up a cushion and drawing the fabric to her.
“We have all night, bella. No Girasoli, Easton, Jemma, Rocco, dogs, or security guards.” Relief washed over his handsome face as he slipped off his sport coat, and he added, “You and me.” He placed the jacket on a nearby chair. His masculine beauty filled the room.
“When is the last time you didn’t have any distractions?” she asked.
“Years.” Dimming the crystal globes hanging above, Massimo staged the room to amber and then walked over to her. “Bella, you are an enjoyable distraction.”
Finishing what she’d started in the elevator, she unbuttoned his shirt. His cock gave a thick impression under his slacks. On the last button, Massimo held up his arms. She unfastened his ruby cufflinks, peeling his silk shirt off then dropping it to the floor.
“So handsome, so hot,” she complimented, admiring his six pack. Pressing her lips to his pecs for a kiss, she opened her mouth. She grazed his left nipple with a bite. His muscled body surprised her with a flinch. Soothing his tenderness, she licked his scratch tasting citrus on her tongue. “Good for you?”
“Sì, feels buono.”
“Masi’s nips are sensitive,” she noticed. Lex rotated her attention to his other nip while he loosened his belt buckle, taking charge.
His pants dropped with a thud.
“Turn around, face the wall.” He kicked his loafers off and stepped out from his pants, pulling his briefs down.
“Tonight you do as I say,” he ordered.
Lex clenched her vaginal muscles together. She enjoyed his machismo and acted ever so bowing as instructed. Pressing her backside against him, his hard cock pulsated upon her flesh.
Dominant. Powerful. Male.
“Someone is excited,” she gasped as an intent tug pulled at her back.
“Sì, since the day I met you.” Massimo rubbed his hands over her shoulders, his touch warming her body. “You have also,” he confirmed as he unzipped her dress. He lifted the bedazzled material above her midsection, then up over Lex’s head.
“Much better.” Being naked in his presence excited her. Lex felt her hair cascade over her face. The dress wrapped between his affectionate fingers as he wrapped his strapping arms over her breasts drawing her backside to his front. She fought the urge to turn around and look at his sculpted face. His eyes always told her what he thought. Tonight she wasn’t certain what jumbled through his mind, other than he gave the impression to be spinning.
“Eyes ahead,” he ordered. “Let me admire you for a minuto.”
Focusing her eyes on the creamy wallpaper, she experienced a tickle as his hands slid between her legs. “Take me, Masi.”
“Stop telling me what to do, bella.” His hand struck down over her backside.
Yes! The loud slap shocked her. “Now we’re talking,” she responded as he grabbed at her flesh, palming her ass in his hands. Her pussy juiced inside.
Grunting sounds came from his lips.
Astonished, Lex turned, witnessing Massimo glance up at her. “You are going to get it, bella.” He buffed her ass with a rub followed by a quick tap and another rub up and down—up and down—up and down.
“Good boy, Masi.” She stuck her butt out to say, “Wax on, wax off.”
“Be quiet.” Smack! He struck down hard. A sharp sting ignited the stale coals inside her. She sensed Massimo’s deliberate next steps. He wanted to fuck her with an animal instinct, she predicted. Nevertheless, she recognized his heart held back. Lex caught him off guard with the downstairs invite. “Let’s have some fun, baby,” she persuaded.
“Enough.” Massimo picked up her dress which had fallen to the floor.
She tossed her head back watching over her shoulder as he folded the shiny fabric into a long napkin. “You wouldn’t—”
“I would.” He fisted the fabric between his hands and over her mouth. Massimo covered her lips knotting the dress behind her head. Tight.
Fuck. He did it. The luxurious garment sucked the moisture from her throat. She hoped it was for a good spanking.
“Spread your legs for me.”
While standing? “Ermmm?” she mumbled under the fabric, not expecting him to tell her what to do.
He cupped her pussy in one hand and cinched her waist with the other. Lifting her a few inches off the ground, she faced him with a muffled shriek.
I’m off the ground.
Massimo laughed with clear assurance as her center heated at the unexpected thrill. He brought her eyes level with his and demanded, “Let me see your cunt.” He released his hold.
Her stilettos clacked when she hit the floor standing.
As she stepped a foot or so apart Lex bent down halfway.
“Hug your ankles, principessa.” He tapped her vulva and an immediate chill shot up her core. Massimo dropped to his knees facing her vagina for possible inspection.
I’m hugging, I’m hugging. She’d taken dance classes over the years and worked out with Vive and Taddy. Her flexibility afforded her a split or two, but for whatever reason, putting her forehead to her shins remained a challenge.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He shook his head unsatisfied.
She cocked her head, expressing confusion.
“Much, much wider, bella.” He leaned close and darted an air puff over her pussy lips, going clockwise.
“Better, bella.” Massimo came closer and repeated his second blow counterclockwise. “Pfft—pfft.”
Mmm, fucking god!
A deep inhale filled his lungs then he exhaled hard as third blow streamed air over her clit’s center. Massimo blew and blew out what may be every oxygen ounce from his lungs.
Oh shit. Fuck! Damn! Holy Vajayjay. A shiver iced up her spine. She stuck her tailbone up, pretending to be a kitten waiting to be scratched. Lex held on to her ankles lowering her face as far as she could go. Her hair fell to the floor. Blood rushed to her temples.
“My bella is bossy, except I bet she gets off on being told what to do.” He knelt farther, getting closer between her legs and resting on his knees. Lifting her right leg up over his shoulder, Massimo took her clit’s hard bud in his mouth and rammed his tongue deep inside. He then snarled, “Wet, I love your cunt. This is my Bellini, my bella.”
Stabbing her clit with his tongue, he assaulted in and out—in and out—in and out. He pulled his face back spanking her ass with his right hand and complimented, “Bella, your peach juice tastes fucking dolce.” Massimo licked her pussy lips and drilled down to her ass crack. As he slid his tongue swirled around her asshole, she ripped the mouth tie off.
“Yeah!” She cheered and held on to him, leaning over his face trying to balance on one heel.
“Your pussy is mine, give me.” He pulled close hugging her hips smashing her clit into his face.
“Take me now. I want your cock deep inside.” She thrust her hip falling against his broad shoulders.
His fingers sunk into her flesh. Stroking her sensitive nub between licks, Massimo built up a rhythm with his fingers. “Bella is impossible to quiet.”
“Yes! Yess. Yesss,” Lex shouted. She glanced down as he slid three fingers inside her. Rocking her pussy with his grip, she became excited to see what he’d do next. “You’re making me come already.”
“Buono, my bella.” He nipped her erected clit’s edges, his determination growing strong.
“Suck it baby—suck it. Uh huh.” Her tongue swelled thick in her mouth as the orgasm ascended over her. She fought to catch her breath, leaning farther into him, trusting her stability in his arms. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.
“Come on my face, bella, come on.” His tongue tore through her core as her muscles contracted.
“Ahhhhh, fuck, fuck—Masi,” she praised. Her nipples peaked as her pussy creamed over his mouth and fingers.
Her ecstasy. His joy.
“Good girl, my bella. I want you to come again and again tonight.” Proud, he stood to his feet and lifted her body an inch or two from the ground. Her body stretched long against his. “You ready for more fun?” he asked as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and cupped her ass underneath.
“Fuck yes, yes,” she panted. Her assumption he’d take his time making love became dead on as he lowered her back down to her heels.
“Bella, you tore your mouth guard off without asking. We play a game and see how you do.” He held her shoulders back and guided her against the wall, to say park it.
“Game?” she repeated as her ass scratched against the wallpaper. “I don’t play games unless it’s Twister.”
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“Sì, stay put.” He stalked over to the bed and lay down, chest up and stroking his cock—teasing her.
“What are you doing?” Abandoned, she folded her arms.
“Since you are—how do you say in English…” He paused, taking his attention off her, acting in search for the perfect words. His eyes shifted, admiring the empty room with obvious intent to taunt her.
“Masi?” She pointed to herself already missing his undivided attention.
“Ahh, sì.” He returned his focus. “Seeing as how you are a sassy know it all wise girl, you will answer my questions.” He folded his hands on his lap, illustrating his patience and authority.
“Eh?” she said, clueless as to what he’d ask her.
“Get one right and take two steps forward—toward this bed.” He jacked his cock. “You accept reward.”
Lex swallowed and asked, “And if I get a question wrong?” It was inconceivable. Nevertheless, a smart girl must be aware of repercussions.
“You take one step back and receive punishment.” Slapping his cock against his open palm he shouted, “Pronto?” His redirect snapped her free from hesitations.
She gauged the distance from where she stood to the bed. About six feet or three questions away—if she answered correctly.
“Let’s hear ’em.” She tried not to roll her eyes.
“Question uno, what is your favorito momento from this week with me?”
Awwe, he’s my sweetie. “My foot massage by far is my favorite moment with you.”
“Step forward.”
“Yippee,” Lex jumped two feet closer. “What’s my reward?”
“Touch your clit for me”—he sat up on the bed—“while saying my full name.”
Narcissist. She puckered her lips together to defy him. Lex would give him a show. One his royal ass has never seen. Taddy and Lex took her to stripper pole workout classes at Equinox Fitness. Lex never imagined she’d put on a routine with him as the audience. But here went nothing.
“Prince Massimo Tittoni—you better get your popcorn buttered and hold the salt. I have a show for you.” Turning around and showcasing her backside, she played the song Girls, Girls, Girls by Mötley Crüe in her head. She spread her legs apart going down into split. The floor wakened her body and cooled her inner flesh. “Is this appropriate for your majesty?”
“Clit touch per favore.” His voice cracked in anticipation.
Kicking her right leg up, Lex rested on her back opening her legs to his full view. With a moan certain to arouse him, she then rotated her middle and ring finger in and out from her pussy. Two could play at this game. “Oh, Prince Massimo Tittoni—yeah Masi shove your huge cock inside me.” She kicked her right leg super high in a heated fit. “Come on, Prince Massimo Tittoni—fuck me as if there’s no tomorrow—fill me with your cum.”
“Bella.” Massimo sat up from the bed, tugging his cock harder.
She dropped her head back, shoving both hands over her pussy, pretending she’d fist herself. This’ll drive him bananas.
He stood up on the bed, a caged beast, teased with rare fruit.
“Prince!” she screamed as loud as she could, her tonsils tensed.
“Lex.” He tugged at his nuts.
“Massimo!” Her body shook into a spasm.
“My Lex.” Massimo stroked his right hand over his cock, bringing his left hand down over the other.
“Tittoni!” She spurted, coming on the floor into a puddle.
“Lex! Lex!! Lex!!!” His eyes closed as his torso shot forward twisting his fat cock’s swelling head.
She imagined sparks would fly from his loins any second. “Fuck me, Masi.” She rubbed her clit noticing he’d stopped and proceeded to lie back down on the bed. Damn him. Will he ever take my orders?
“Stop. Question due.”
“Errrr, make it good, prince.” She stood up.
“What is my favorito momento from our week?” his arms rested behind his neck.
“Me fixin’ Jemma’s designs.” I’m no dummy.
“Try again, bella.” He kicked his legs up under a pillow, making himself more comfortable.
“Ughh. Me co branding Girasoli’s licensing deal.” What the hell is it?
“Sorry, signorina, take uno step back. For punishment twist your right nipple—hard.” His head shook in disappointment
“Tell me your favorite part?” She put her hand on her hip.
“After your titty twist—let me see your skin pink.” Massimo sat up, expecting an extravaganza.
“Oh brother…” Taking one step back, she closed her eyes. She circled her right thumb and pointer finger over her areola. Lex lifted her nipple with a slight pinch up. Her breast rose. Unable to fake this one, she opened her eyes, glancing for Massimo’s satisfaction to release.
“Twist it.” He clapped his hands. The loud applause bounced from wall to wall.
“Fuck.” She inhaled while twisting her nipple. A scream she didn’t expect erupted from her throat. Her pussy squirted down her leg. Oh my
“Bella, despite your mouth’s rebuttal, your pussy says you enjoy titty torture.”
“My pussy does not lie.” She crossed her legs collecting the drip in awe over turning herself on. “Tell me your answer.”
“No, no.” He motioned his hands apart, ordering her to separate her legs.
A drop hit the floor as she extended. Lex covered her mouth in a giggle.
He laughed with her for a minute and then answered, “Bella, my best moment—waking up with you in my arms.” Massimo padded the empty space next to him to encourage her to get the next question right.
She gasped, not expecting his response. I think I love him.
“Next question—if I am unable to come to New York Fashion Week, will you be upset?” His once raised brow narrowed with concern.
“No, I won’t be upset.” She smiled, attempting to hide her disappointment. “Soon, I’ll return for Milan Fashion Week.”
“Take two steps forward and—finger your ass.” He gave her an eager face. Who the hell fingers their ass?
“Yes, sir.” She squatted in her Tabitha Simmons crystal chandelier pumps as if going pee. Looking up at her prince, she rubbed her pussy with her hand. With caution her fingers glided back on her puckered anus. Luckily she didn’t have long nails, wincing at the thought of what it would feel like if she did. Lex glanced over to gauge his seriousness.
“Finger your ass, bella.” He nodded with a straight face.
“I’m gonna finger you when we finish your silly game.” The wet finger slid in, she inhaled, pushing up farther. Resting one hand on her knee, she closed her eyes, bouncing her body, taking her entire finger. “Yeah.” Her core constricted hot and tight.
She cracked one eye open watching Massimo edge the bed. She closed her eyes, getting into it.
“Prince Massimo Tittoni.” She moaned and pulled her finger out and back in—out and back in again—out and back in a third time. Hearing Massimo grunt, she opened her watering eyes to see her male beauty fisting his cock. Motivated, she wiped her ring finger over her pussy, making her digits moist. Get ready, prince. Lex rotated on her back, thrusting her torso up in the air.
“Prin—ci—pessa,” Massimo hissed.
“Masi.” She glided two fingers into her asshole as her body’s heat tightened around her. “My ass is tense.” Lex pushed further. “I can’t do this without my Masi.” She moved her fingers around her constricting muscles. “Stretch me out, Masi.” Her pussy drizzled backward over her stomach. With one hand, she rubbed her cum over her stomach while fingering herself with the other and pushed her torso up higher with her legs.
Lex sat up and noticed Massimo zoned out into an erotic trance. She clapped her hands.
Black eyes wide, ready to pounce on her, he blinked. He wiped his mouth and spoke, snapping from his bliss. “Enough, stand, final question.”
Jesus. “Make this an easy one.” She put her hands on her knees rising with the goal to ride Masi’s cock.
Sitting back and waiting for her to collect herself, his eyebrows furrowed with seriousness. He gave her a grin as she lifted her head for him to continue.
“Who is in love with you?” he asked, holding out his hands ready to take her.
He didn’t just ask about the “L” word, did he? “What?” You’re saying you’re in…
“Let me repeat.” Massimo coughed in mockery. He pounded his fist on his chest and cleared his throat. “I asked—who is in love with you?”
“Um hmm. Prince Massimo Tittoni?” Dizzy, she stepped forward.
“Sì,” he repeated, “Ti amo.”
Ecstatic. Unconditional. Forever.
Clit dripping, Lex walked over and straddled his lap.
His large hands wrapped around her back as he repeated those words again and again in English and Italian. He stared with eternal intent into her eyes. His gaze scared her at first. “I love everything about you.” He spoke with certainty. Massimo focused on her lips waiting for a promising response.
Nostrils flared as she fought back a happy tear. “I love you too.” Lost for years, she realized tonight she’d become found. Gazing into Massimo’s sobering eyes, she declared, “I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.”
“Principessa, you have me. I am yours.” He rotated her onto her back kissing her neck. The warmness coming from his lips and mouth alongside her nape goosed her flesh. “You ready for my cock, bella?”

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If you are looking for an extremely erotic contemporary romance that is a cross between "Sex in the City" and "The Devil Wears Prada" you will love Undressed by Avery Aster. Undressed is also the first in The Manhattanites series so we get to look forward to more in the same vein in the near future.

When you are the bankrupt daughter of a dead rock star and his former drug addicted Playboy Playmate wife you have to think outside the box when looking to make a living. Lexi Easton has managed to rise from the mess made by her parents to have a multi million dollar clothing company, now if she could just get the fabrics she is waiting for from Italy so her company can stay in the game.

Prince Massimo Tittoni is the crown prince of a little island nation that is part of Italy, he also inherited the families textile manufacturing company. When he decides to cut off shipment to Easton Essentials he ends up with the feisty, sexy Lex Easton interrupting his vacation, his life and his heart.

Undressed has humor, sexy Italian men and sex in just about every flavor possible. We are introduced to a fantastic cast of supporting characters and get a glimpse of their sex lives as well. I am sure that many of those supporting characters will get the chance to be the main event in future books in the series.

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Thursday, April 25, 2013

Bound by Pearls by Sidney Bristol

Series: Atlanta BDSM Series, Book 1
Release Date: December 12, 2012
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Genre: Contemporary erotic/BDSM/Taboo

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The last thing Christine wants to do is another favor for her sister, but Lucy always gets what she wants. This time it’s Chris playing sub to a demanding Dom. Their relationship begins with a power exchange and progresses to time spent between the sheets. Now emotions are getting complicated and the Dom isn’t just a hunky guy in black.
Daniel’s expectations are turned upside down when he meets Chris. She’s more than a well-trained submissive. She’s a woman with a body he wants to memorize. He’s willing to spend as much time as it takes to learn her, because she might be his match and his muse. He’ll make her come so hard he’s imprinted on every inch, and then he’ll offer her the most precious thing he can, himself.

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Sidney is giving away the following prizes on her tour:

Grand Prize: $25 gift certificate to Amz/B&N/Ellora's Cave.

Runner-up: an eBook of the winner's choice from Sidney's backlist.
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Bound by Pearls in book 1 in the Atlanta BDSM Series by Sidney Bristol. We are introduced to several of the characters that are in the BDSM scene in Atlanta including Chris who is always playing mom to her younger sister Lucy and cleaning up her messes, we also meet Daniel who is involved in Lucy's latest mess. Lucy having been lost for a night by her Dom in a poker game calls her sister Chris and talks her into taking her place. Daniel tried to lose the poker game because he really didn't want Lucy for a night he is pleasantly surprised when Chris is her replacement.

This one night won in a poker game is the start to a hot and extremely sexy love affair between Chris and Daniel. Both have past relationship issues as well as the family boundaries issues that Chris has with her sister. While they struggle to define what they want from each other and test each other there is no doubt about the fiery chemistry between them. Daniel is a creative Dom and we are treated to several different but extremely arousing "scenes" played out between them. (I will never buy ginger for Chinese food again without thinking of this book).

With this being the first in the series we have some development of secondary characters, not nearly as much as I would have liked to see however we are introduced to some of Daniels friends and I have to assume they will be getting starring roles in future books. At times things we thrown at you as if you had a back story to place them in context however the explanations came later and that was just a bit bothersome.

Overall this is a very hot read with the promise of more to come in the series and a HEA for Daniel and Chris.

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It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
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Sidney Bristol's Bound by Pearls Tour Schedule
4/22- Reading Between The Wines
4/22- Toot's Book Reviews
4/23- Book Monster Reviews
4/23- Literal Addiction
4/23- Riverina Romantics
4/24- HEA Romances With A Little Kick
4/24- Seductive Musings
4/25- My Reading Obsession
4/26- Babbling About Books
4/26- Books-n-Kisses
4/27- The Jeep Diva
4/28- The Reading Café

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